Well, pull up an ice block and lend an ear. Now you know how Santa uses these flying reindeer to pull his sleigh.
I want a military funeral when I diethe bugler, the flag on the casket, the ceremonial firing squad, the hallowed ground. . . . It will be a way of achieving what I've always wanted more than anythingsomething I could have had, if only I'd managed to get myself killed in the war. . . . The unqualified approval of my community.